funbook-pk Chapter 566 V●●V
Chapter 566 V●●V
The twelfth level of hell - Mortar Hell.
Zhuang Qing only felt a black screen before his eyes, and then he fell into endless darkness and chaos.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a gloomy and terrifying place filled with blood and stench.
The surrounding scene was distorted like a nightmare, with dark red light looming, as if it was reflecting the blood flowing in the depths of hell.
Before Zhuang Qing could figure out the situation, an invisible force dragged him rapidly towards a huge mortar.
The mortar was like a towering mountain, made of huge black stones, emitting a chilling cold aura. The bloodstains in the mortar pit seemed to tell the story of countless miserable souls.
Zhuang Qing struggled in fear, trying to break free from the irresistible force, but it was all in vain.
He was thrown mercilessly into the mortar. In an instant, his body collided with the cold and hard stone wall, and severe pain spread throughout his body like an electric current.
Then, the heavy pestle began to fall, with a whistling sound and the power to destroy everything.
Zhuang Qing screamed in despair and watched the huge pestle coming towards him.
"boom!"
With a dull thud, the pestle hit Zhuang Qing hard.
His bones broke with a horrifying sound, his muscles were squeezed out of shape, and blood splattered everywhere, staining the inner wall of the mortar red.
Zhuang Qing twisted his body in agony and let out heart-wrenching howls. However, in this hell, no one would have any sympathy for his suffering.
After the first pounding, Zhuang Qing's consciousness almost became blurred and the endless pain almost made him faint.
But how could the torture of hell let him off so easily? Before he could catch his breath, the pestle fell mercilessly again.
"boom!"
This time the impact was even more violent. Zhuang Qing's body was like a broken doll, with his limbs twisted and deformed and his internal organs shattered.
Blood spurted out like a fountain, mixing with the previous bloodstains to form a disgusting pool of blood.
Zhuang Qing's screams echoed in hell, but were swallowed up by endless darkness and pain.
Every time the pestle fell, it brought more unbearable pain.
Zhuang Qing's body had become a bloody mess, no longer in human form. His skin was torn, his muscles were crushed, his bones were broken into pieces, and it seemed as if his body no longer belonged to him, but was a mass of flesh that was being ravaged by the tortures of hell.
However, Zhuang Qing's soul was firmly imprisoned in this broken body, forced to endure this endless torture.
His eyes were filled with despair and regret. Thinking back to the sins he had committed in his life, his heart was filled with endless pain and self-blame.
"Why? Why did I commit those crimes? Why didn't I choose kindness when I had the chance?" Zhuang Qing cried out in pain in his heart.
But it was too late, and he had to pay a heavy price for what he had done.
The pestle continued to fall mercilessly again and again, and Zhuang Qing's body could no longer be recognized from its original appearance. Only a pile of broken flesh and blood and broken bones remained.
In this extreme pain, Zhuang Qing's consciousness began to drift. He seemed to see various scenes from his life.
Those selfish, greedy and cruel behaviors have now become the culprits that pushed him into this abyss of endless pain.
He recalled that for his own selfish desires, he had deceived those who trusted him, putting them in trouble and pain.
He thought about how he had hurt others by any means necessary in pursuit of power and wealth, even at the cost of trampling on other people's lives and dignity.
He thought of his indifference and neglect towards his family, which caused them to spend countless days and nights in loneliness and disappointment.
"If I could do it all over again, I would definitely choose to be a kind person, I would definitely cherish everything around me, and I would definitely treat everyone with love." Zhuang Qing swore silently in his heart.
But the reality is cruel. He is already in hell and cannot change the past. The pestle keeps falling and Zhuang Qing's pain keeps getting worse.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe several hours, but Zhuang Qing’s soul was tortured by pain and was dying.
His voice had long since become hoarse and he could no longer scream. Only his faint breath proved that he had not yet completely died.
Just when Zhuang Qing felt that he was about to be completely destroyed, the pestle suddenly stopped falling.
But at this moment, he could no longer feel the joy of relief, because his body was already in tatters and his soul was almost broken.
"This is my retribution, this is the punishment I deserve..." Zhuang Qing muttered to himself, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.
The thirteenth level of hell - the blood pool hell.
Zhuang Qing fell into a pool full of blood, which corroded his soul.
The blood was thick and hot, emitting a pungent fishy smell. As soon as it came into contact with him, Zhuang Qing felt as if millions of poisonous insects were gnawing at his skin.
He struggled desperately, trying to float to the surface, but every movement only made him sink deeper.
The pool of blood seemed like a living demon, tightly wrapping around him and not giving him any chance to breathe.
Zhuang Qing's body gradually sank in the blood, his eyes widened in extreme pain and a desperate roar came from his throat.
The blood began to corrode his soul, and the pain was beyond the limit of what his body could endure.
At this moment, in this bloody hell, the faces of those he had hurt appeared one by one, and their cries, curses and curses echoed in his ears.
Zhuang Qing tried to cover his ears to escape the sounds, but the blood flowed through his fingers into his ears, nose and mouth, making it impossible for him to avoid it.
The corrosive force tortured him from the inside out. His soul seemed to be burned by fire and frozen by ice. The feeling of pain kept alternating, driving him almost crazy.
"Ah! I was wrong! Please let me go!" Zhuang Qing shouted at the top of his lungs, but the only response he got was the bubbles swirling in the pool of blood and the increasingly intense pain.
His body gradually became transparent in the blood, as if it was about to dissolve.
Zhuang Qing felt that his existence was disappearing bit by bit, and this fear of the unknown made his heart fall into the abyss.
He thought of the good times when he was on earth, those warm sunshine, which are now out of reach.
Just when Zhuang Qing felt that his soul was about to be torn apart, countless pairs of pale hands suddenly appeared in the pool of blood.
These hands tightly grasped him and dragged him into the deep pool of blood. Zhuang Qing struggled in fear but could not break free from these hands.
He was dragged deeper into the blood pool, where the blood was thicker and the pressure was greater.
Zhuang Qing's body was under tremendous pressure, and his bones made a creaking sound, as if they would break at any time.
The power that corroded his soul became stronger and stronger, his consciousness began to blur, and strange and terrifying scenes appeared before his eyes.
The blood in the blood pool began to boil, and huge blood bubbles emerged.
Zhuang Qing's body was wrapped in these blood bubbles, and the scorching temperature made him feel like he was about to be burned to ashes.
His skin peeled off, his muscles melted, leaving only a skeleton crumbling in the blood.
However, even at this point, the torment of hell did not stop.
Those pale hands appeared again, and this time they brought with them a powerful force that completely crushed Zhuang Qing's skeleton.
Zhuang Qing's soul felt unprecedented despair at this moment. He knew that he could no longer escape the punishment of this blood pool hell. His sins were too serious and he had to pay with endless pain.
As the skeleton shattered, Zhuang Qing's soul also became fragmented.
But the magic of the blood pool still acted on his soul fragments, causing him to continue to suffer unspeakable pain.
Every soul was rolling and suffering in the blood, as if telling the sins of his life.
Time loses its meaning in the blood pool hell, and Zhuang Qing's suffering has no end.
The fragments of his soul gradually dissipated in the blood, but the deep regret and pain remained in this hell forever, becoming a part of the blood pool hell, warning future souls not to repeat his mistakes and commit unforgivable crimes.
The fourteenth level of hell - the hell of unjust death.
As soon as Zhuang Qing stepped into this level of hell, a suffocating feeling of oppression hit him.
Thick darkness filled the air all around, with only a few faint lights swaying in the darkness, as if they would be swallowed up by the darkness at any time.
In this darkness, Zhuang Qing saw many souls who, like him, were being punished for their own wrongdoings.
Their figures appeared and disappeared in the interweaving of light and shadow, and their screams of pain rose and fell, filling the entire space.
Zhuang Qing's attention was first attracted by a soul curled up in the corner.
He was an official who had once been corrupt, accepted bribes, and oppressed the people.
Now, his soul is shrouded in endless regret, and his body is twisted and deformed as if he is under tremendous pressure.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, and he kept muttering, "I shouldn't have coveted the money, and I shouldn't have let down the people's trust. Now I have ended up like this, and it's all my fault!" Every confession was accompanied by painful sobs, and the sound was like a sharp sword, piercing Zhuang Qing's heart.
Not far away, a man who once killed his sibling out of jealousy was being torn apart by an invisible force.
His soul struggled in pain, his face was hideous and terrifying, "It's all because of my jealousy, I destroyed our family relationship with my own hands, I deserve to die!" His cries echoed in hell, making Zhuang Qing's body tremble involuntarily.
Zhuang Qing continued to walk forward and saw a businessman who had been unscrupulous and deceitful in the business world. At this moment, his soul was burned by a raging fire, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.
"I lost my conscience for wealth and harmed so many people. This is my retribution!" His pain and regret made Zhuang Qing feel a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.
There was also a person who once betrayed his friends and sold out his friendship. His soul was bitten by countless poisonous insects and he was in great pain.
"I shouldn't have betrayed my friends for my own benefit. I lost the most precious thing. Now I deserve this torture!" His self-blame made Zhuang Qing feel even more heavy-hearted.
The pain and regret of these souls were like mirrors, reflecting Zhuang Qing's own sins. He thought of all the mistakes he had made in the human world, his selfish behavior, and the harm he had caused to others, and the guilt in his heart surged like a tide.
Zhuang Qing saw them struggling in pain, trying to find a glimmer of hope for relief, but they were never able to escape this endless torture.
Their eyes were filled with despair and regret for the past, and Zhuang Qing felt the same way about their deep helplessness and pain.
In the past, Zhuang Qing did whatever he wanted in the world and never considered the consequences of his actions.
He thought he could escape punishment and ignore the condemnation of morality and conscience.
But at this moment, in this hell of unjust death, facing these souls who were also suffering, he truly realized how serious his mistake was.
The pain of every soul was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhuang Qing's heart hard.
He began to reflect on his life. The choices he made for power, wealth and desire have now become the culprits that pushed him into the abyss.
He regretted that he did not cherish the people around him, did not treat life with kindness and integrity, but chose the wrong path.
Zhuang Qing's heart was tormented. He wanted to escape from these painful scenes, but found that there was nowhere to escape.
He could only watch these souls sink in pain, while he himself was trapped in endless self-blame and regret.
"Why? Why did I do that?" Zhuang Qing hugged his head in pain, tears welling up in his eyes. But in this hell, tears could not alleviate his pain, nor could they change the facts that had already happened.
The cries and confessions of those souls kept echoing in his ears, tormenting his heart.
He knew that, like them, he would have to atone for his sins in this long suffering and pay a heavy price for his mistakes.
Zhuang Qing slowly squatted down and covered his ears with his hands, trying to block out the sounds. But the painful cries seemed to have penetrated deep into his soul and could not be shaken off.
In the fourteenth level of hell - the Hell of Wrongful Death, Zhuang Qing's heart was completely filled with pain and regret, and his soul was also in endless torment, waiting for the possibility of redemption.
In this atmosphere of pain and regret, Zhuang Qing was tortured both physically and mentally, as if his soul was being torn apart.
Just when he was about to collapse, a voice sounded in his ears: "This is the result of your own evil deeds, eternal pain and torture, there is no escape."
Zhuang Qing raised his head, his eyes empty, and muttered to himself: "Is there no hope at all, no possibility of relief?"
The voice sneered, "Liberation? The sins you committed are like a thousand-pound rock, weighing you down into hell forever. But sincere repentance and reformation may be able to ignite a glimmer of light in this endless darkness."
Zhuang Qing seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He used all his strength to stand up and said loudly: "I am willing to repent and change my ways. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I am willing to give everything!"
However, he was only responded by screams of pain from all around.